David walked through the bullpen with a highly nervous Spencer in tow. He had noted the way Spencer seemed to be taking in everything from the access codes to the badges visitors were issued. He knew there were clogs turning in the young man's head, but said nothing. He was glad the young man had registered what was implying at the hospital and now they were on his home turf, he knew things could be easier.

He looked at Mitre and his lip curled momentarily in contempt. The man was up to something and it was to do with the kid. That bothered him slightly, what truly annoyed him was the doctor's use of him and the bureau to get what he wanted. David Rossi was nobody's chess pawn, and he was going to make sure the good doctor learnt that.

Several sets of eyes were looking at him and his guests as they made their way to his office. "Spencer, do you think you could stay in here for a moment while Dr Mitre and I speak with my boss right next door. If you need anything, that is my team in the bullpen and they will be more than happy to give you a hand."

Spencer, he could see, wasn't even listening. The young man was staring into the room. David followed his line of sight and smiled. He was staring at the shelves of books the man kept mostly for reference in his office. "You're more than welcome to read one while you wait, if you'd like." He smiled sadly at the sheer delight and hope on Spencer's face as he looked to the agent to see if he was serious. Clearly satisfied that he was, he rushed over and swiped his middle finger over the spines to see which one he would choose. He decided in the end on one of Rossi's own titles, Frenzy: America's Worst Spree Killers, before sitting on the sofa and looking at the two men in the doorway timidly. David nodded and closed over the door.

"I'm not comfortable with him being left alone like this Agent Rossi. What if he wanders off?" the doctor complained.

"Blake, JJ, Morgan, keep an eye that the man in my office doesn't go anywhere, understood?" The three agents nodded and continued what they were doing in the bullpen, though David could see them occasionally glancing at the door. "No need to worry, he seemed more than happy to just be reading a book. Does he read much in the hospital?"

"No, we don't have those sorts of facilities."

"You're telling me your patients don't even have books to read to keep some semblance of sanity through it all. I think I would actually kill myself were I to fine myself in that position."

"We are a state run facility. Due to the fact that Spencer killed his parents, their life insurance policies, in which both named him as the sole benefactor, were not redeemable."

David made a mental note to buy and donate books to the hospital. The very least those people should have is basic human pleasures such as reading. He knocked on Hotch's office door and before even waiting for a reply he entered. "Aaron, this is Dr Mitre, the psychiatrist I was telling you about, doctor, this is my Unit Chief and the man who requested Spencer be brought here, and I believe you had a few choice words to say to him." David laughed when he saw of the man's face as Hotch provided him with his signature glare. Words failed the older man who merely nodded and waiting to be spoken to.

"Dr Mitre, we are going to do a series of cognitive tests on Spencer to see what he can and cannot remember of his childhood and with the aid of a very able technical analyst we will be able to tell how much of his memory is effected by his illness and then in turn we can see what he can tell us about the day his parents were killed. Any questions?" Hotch explained briefly.

"You think you can come up with something that my teams and I have not already tried."

"Teams?" David questioned.

"Yes Dave, while you were at Emerson with the doctor and Mr Reid, Garcia was able to find out the reason why Spencer had been to three different facilities. The first was a Johnson's facility for minors in Maryland, then of course when he turned eighteen he was placed in St. Grace's in DC, and lastly in Emerson just inside the border here in Virginia. What I find interesting is that Spencer's move from St. Graces corresponded directly with your move from there and both of you ended up at Emerson. I am curious to know what was so special about this one patient that made you have to uproot him to be with you."

"Coincidence purely, I was shocked that three days after my move, Spencer was sitting in front of me once more." The doctor attempted to sound nonchalant, but there was no doubting the hysteria seeping through in his voice.

"I can well imagine." David feigned sincerity.

"Well now you know what we are going to do, let's go do it." He rose from the chair. "We will conduct them in my office if it suits Spencer, he seemed more than comfortable there." and with that he headed to the door. He could sense the doctor was frightened to follow but ignored him and headed back into the gangway and into his own office. He noticed the door slightly ajar and looked to his co-workers all of whom were staring at their work silently. Panic washed over him as he opened the door.

There, still on the couch, was Spencer. Only instead of his book Frenzy, he was now reading Deviance; and Frenzy was on the table, along with his other titles, Inside the Mind of a Serial Killer, Manhunt, and Compulsion; Understanding Serial Killers. He looked at the books for a moment thinking that the young man was looking for a particular crime, until he looked at him and gasped.

Spencer's finger was sliding down the pages, left, then right, with his lips moving rapidly before flicking the page and repeating the process.

"Looking for something in particular?"

"No, just reading." Spencer answered not looking up as he zipped through more pages.

David was so shocked by what he was seeing he failed to see a blonde haired woman push passed him. "Here you go Boy Wonder." She beamed handing Spencer a cup of coffee. "Anything else I can get for your wonderful self?"

"No, thank you." He smiled weakly as he accepted the coffee.

Garcia left the room smiling. David followed her into the gangway where the rest of the team was gathered below them in the bullpen "Boy Wonder?" David smiled.

"Yes, I did a small bit of a snooping on young Spencer in there." Hotchner, Mitre had exited the formers office and were joined by Blake, JJ and Morgan who also listened closely. They looked in at the bashful young man Garcia was speaking about. "It appears he has an exceptional IQ, can read faster than your normal human being, and graduated high school at the tender age of twelve." JJ eyes went wide, Hotch's jaw popped open, Blake made incoherent sounds and Derek just stared.

David laughed "So he read all those books in my office."

"Yep. Oh and he has degrees in Sociology and Chemistry as well as PhD's in Engineering and Mathematics from the illustrious CalTech nonetheless and was working on making his Chemistry degree a PhD when his world took a terrible turn, poor baby."

"So Baby Girl, you're telling us that, that kid….."

"Is actually Dr. Spencer Reid. Yes." The perky blonde smiled.

David took a moment to study the reaction on Dr Mitre's face. He noted it was almost unreadable with the amount of emotions he was feeling. Rage, embarrassment, confusion, envy and above all and most baffling relief. "Well now, I better go back in to the doctor, hadn't I?" David walked back into the office and before any could join him, he closed out the door.

He could see from the waiting man's face he had heard the agents discussing him. "Well Dr Reid, it appears you've been holding out on us. Anything else you want to add?"

"Not currently, I just have one question though."

"Shoot."

"How is Agent Gideon?"

A/N The names of Rossi's books I got from Season 4 Episode 15 "Zoe's Reprise."

And I am aware that there are a few of Spencer's degrees and PhD's are not accurate, but he was sixteen being institutionalised in this so I thought to adjust his academic education accordingly.